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i got dumped.

Brady and I have been playing this game of cat and mouse for the past few weeks and it’s both exciting and super dumb and annoying at the same time. He texted me a few times after our little rendezvous and I ignored him because I was with Nick. But then after Nick started boring me, I was interested in him again.

One weeknight after work I texted him, “Hey! What are you up to tonight?”

I’d already made plans for us to go out for beer and pizza and then back to my place so I could kick him out later. I hopped in the shower with my phone sitting on the counter with the ringer on loud so I could hear when he responded. An hour into my shower, I realized that my phone hadn’t gone off at all. I hopped out, figuring I must have turned the thing on silent by accident. But the ringer was on and Brady just hadn’t replied. I checked and he had read my message one minute after I’d sent it.

So after that I was pissed. I kept going back and forth between texting him something nasty back and just deleting my message and pretending it never happened. I decided to ignore him.

A couple days later, Brady called. I was actually sitting on Nick’s couch waiting for him to serve me dinner so I obviously couldn’t answer.

I texted Brady, “Busy. What?”

“Seeing if you wanted to try to get into the Nutella Café. It’s okay if you’re busy though. Maybe another time,” he replied.

He knew exactly what he was doing. I would drop everything to go to the Nutella Café. Brady knows that. I sat there re-reading the message until Nick appeared in front of me with a huge plate of pasta. And I felt a bit bad, but in that moment I wanted to be at the Nutella Café with Brady more than I wanted to be anywhere else.

The next morning I texted him, “How was the Nutella?”

He said, “Don’t worry, I didn’t go without you.”

Later that day, after I checked my schedule, I texted him back suggesting another day and time we could go. Brady read my message and then didn’t reply. I wanted to fucking kill him.

Nick and I had an eventful weekend that involved meeting his sister. It was completely by accident actually, but I guess I knew the day was coming because she lives in Chicago. She needed Nick to run some sort of errand for her because she wouldn’t have time before leaving the country for a month. The errand required Nick to stop by her apartment and I tagged along with him. We ran into her on our way up and her way out.

“I didn’t know you were coming right now,” she greeted him. I didn’t even recognize her from the pictures Nick had showed me.

Nick started to say something back and Sister Dearest focused in on me. She had a nice, but bitchy face. She was super waify thin in a way that was somehow sexy with even thinner dark hair. Her face was really small kind of like a mouse or a hamster or something.

Her eyes lit up, making her look even more mouselike. “Reese? I’m Stephanie.”

Obviously I knew her name already because of Nick, but he affectionately calls her “Steph.”

“Nice to meet you, Stephanie,” I said.

She crossed her arms over her chest standoffishly so I added, “Cute bag, by the way.”

“Yeah so we were just gonna run up quickly,” Nick said.

“Okay,” Stephanie said, still watching me and smiling.

“It was nice to meet you. I’m sure we will get to actually talk one day,” I said.

“Oh, for sure,” she smiled.

“Your sister is sooo nice!” I said on our way up.

“Yeah, she is. You don’t want to get on her bad side though. Trust me.”

Noted.

Nick and I went to brunch Saturday and spent the day out and about because it was nice out. Out and about consisted of a North Side bar crawl where we stopped and grabbed a drink at almost every bar we walked past. It was fun. We made it back to Nick’s place and while I waited for him to use the bathroom, I decided to send a semi-sexy picture to Brady with the caption, “Nutella this week?”

He didn’t respond right away and Nick, Cocoa and I chilled on the couch watching movies. I ended up passing out there until the morning. I woke up alone with my phone sitting on the coffee table and a huge mess of my clothes and stuff all over the living room area (did I mention that I’d practically moved in?).

I checked my phone and saw that Brady had called me three times, FaceTimed me twice and sent a few text messages. I couldn’t help smiling at how thirsty he looked.

“Nutella now,” Brady had texted. And then, “What are you doing?” And then, “Ordering tacos and queso if you want to come over.”

I put my phone away and skipped to Nick’s room. He was still asleep and I pushed Cocoa over so I could snuggle with him.

We woke up a few hours later and Nick climbed out of bed without saying anything to me. I got up and followed him to the kitchen where he was pouring a glass of water shirtless.

“Hey. Why did you leave me by myself on the couch last night? You could have woke me up,” I said.

“Yeah, I’m sorry about that,” he replied, not really making any kind of eye contact with me.

“It was rude, but I guess I’ll forgive you,” I continued.

Nick was drinking so he couldn’t say anything.

“What are we doing today? It’s supposed to be really nice out so maybe we can take Cocoa to the park,” I suggested.

Nick finally looked at me, but gave me a weird look and didn’t even acknowledge my cat at the park joke. “I don’t think so. I think maybe you should figure out what it is that you want.”

“What do you mean?” I demanded.

“I mean, if you are still wanting something with your ex, then I think you need to pursue that, not me.”

“What are you even talking about?”

I was genuinely confused about how or why Nick knew about Brady. Obviously Brady and I had been flirting and talking, but how did Nick know that? Was he reading the blog?

“I saw him calling and texting you all night. You left your phone on the table. I just don’t think he would have any reason to be contacting you at that time of night unless he thought you’d answer.”

I had never seen this side of Nick. He’s normally so playful and nonchalant and not at all serious. And I’d told him all about Brady, but I can’t remember ever telling him his name.

“He was just being annoying. Don’t be worried, I’m not interested in pursuing him,” I said.

“No,” Nick backed away from me like I might have cooties. “I think you should figure that out. And until then…”

I rolled my eyes and stormed off probably because I knew he was right. I packed up my things like a tornado and was out of there in about seven minutes. It sounds bad, but I was eager to get home and shower so I could possibly meet up with Brady. So obviously Nick was right.

I tried sending a meme to Nick the following week (after Brady didn’t bother responding to my message) as sort of a pulse check, but he didn’t bother responding either.

So I focused on work. It wasn’t hard because Mike ended up leaving the company which was drama and scandalous (even though we all smelled it coming). They put Scott in charge in the interim until he was officially offered the job. We had a little celebration for him in the break room with pizza, cupcakes and rosé and I took that moment to break my silence.

I walked up to him and said, “Congrats,” really dryly.

Scott looked almost startled that I was speaking to him.

“Well, thank you, Reese. I appreciate that a lot,” he said, sounding so genuine and sincere that I rolled my eyes at him. His dick was wet over a half hearted compliment. “This is a great opportunity for you to get to the next level. I’m very excited for that.”

“Yeah, well. We will see what happens,” I said casually. It had always been the plan for me to take over for Scott whenever the time came, but I was acting like I didn’t care that much.

“I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. How have you been? Okay?” he said.

“Has she had the baby yet?” I blurted out.

“Next month,” he answered automatically and rubbed him chin nervously.

“Cool.”

I was a bit standoffish for the next few days, but continued to focus on not only my own projects, but also take on extra work with Scott’s position being vacant. I was less mad at Scott with the whole possibility of getting to replace him there and started warming up to him and collaborating with him more. Both of us were very professional though and didn’t speak about our personal lives. How it should have been in the first place.

When it came time to interview for Scott’s position, I found out a girl named Monica in the office was also in the running.

“You’re interviewing?” she said to me, like it was a huge surprise. Everyone knew I had basically been doing Scott’s job since he got promoted and was the obvious choice.

We interviewed with Scott and two people from the New York office. They told us we’d have a decision by the weekend (we interviewed on a Thursday), but we didn’t. On Monday morning at 6 am, Scott texted me.

“I just wanted to let you know we are going with Monica,” he said.

Imagine waking up to that fucked up text. Like, excuse me? I thought it was a joke. He was trying to bring back our old friendship by pretending that I didn’t get the job. Then he’d tell me that I did get it and offer to buy me a drink.

“Lol, okay?” I replied.

“I’m sorry. Your time will come though, I guarantee it,” he said.

On my way to work a few hours later, I realized he was serious. Monica was promoted over me. I’m not trying to sit here like some spoiled entitled bitch, but I am so much better than Monica. In fact, anything she knows, she knows because I taught her. She comes in my office at least twice a day asking how to do something remedial like submit her expenses (which I’ve taught her how to do on four different occasions). She knows nothing about the industry because she’s never worked in it and she doesn’t care and relies on everyone else to tell her what’s going on. The decision to promote her was ridiculous and insulting.

“I feel like I’m going to cry,” she said after she found out.

So now Monica is my boss. I’m honestly shocked and offended. She sends out tons of emails (riddled with typos) asking for sign offs and reminding us of things we do everyday and have been doing everyday.

“It is very important that we complete this,” she’s emailed on multiple occasions. I can bet if you asked her why it’s so important she would shrug her shoulders and come ask me.

Anyway, the day Monica got promoted, I went home and sulked on my couch with a bottle of wine.

Brady texted me, “What are you doing?”

I wanted to text him back and bitch and complain about the events of the day, but I was so upset that I couldn’t even bring myself to rehash everything that happened. So I didn’t reply.

I had the most boring birthday I’ve ever had. I worked during the day and Kendra and John took me to dinner in the evening. I was just happy to get to hang out with the baby (who is in love with me obviously and by the way). I thought at least Scott would do something cute for my birthday at the office, but he was traveling all week and wasn’t even around. Brady texted me saying, “Happy Birthday ❤️, Tucker,” so I’d know the birthday wish was not from him. Obviously I didn’t reply.

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38 thoughts on “i got dumped. ”

ali.bsays:

That sucks that you didn’t get the promotion. You may not want to hear this, but if I was Scott and had any say so over who got the promotion between you and Monica, I would have backed Monica over you- even if you are more qualified. The ~personal~ relationship and history you guys have is messy and he probably wouldn’t want to promote you, then have things get personal again, and either loose his job or have to fire you – or get hit with some kind of sexual harassment/favoritism complaints if someone found out about your history with eachother…a little far fetched but office relationships can be bad for people who are just dating, and u guys were actually having an affair. Things like that do effect your career.

Glad that you are taking note of how Brady is treating you, which is like u are a bit of an after thought for him, and glad that Nick stepped back- he sounds like a good guy who doesn’t want to compete with an ex. I am sure you’ll meet a cool dude who is also casually dating around who will be cool with you doing the same.

I feel so bad for Nick /: Please decide if you want to be with Brady or not. If you don’t want to get back with him, you should stick to it. Quit hanging out, snooping on where he is, what he’s doing, using Tucker as an excuse..

Again, Nick is so innocent in all this. He seemed like he was really into you since you practically already moved in and he would cook for you ): and you even waited an entire week to message him, sounds agonizing

Do you blame him though? You gave him shit about him possibly dating other women while you’re playing him. You move into his place but you’re hung up on Brady. Honestly if the tables were turned how would you react?

So, I don’t think he actually dumped you. I think Nick put the ball in your court, and he wants you to say that you want to be exclusive with him. I think he was hurt, and probably trying to save himself more hurt of waiting for you to make that call on your own. From what you’ve written here, you never really talked about any kind of exclusivity (you didn’t even come right out and ask if that water glass had been for another girl, you were just passive aggressive and he told you that he didn’t like it when you were insecure), and maybe he’d assumed that the two of you were together. I could be totally off base, but it seems more like a “make up your mind” than a “fuck off we’re done.”

In my opinion, Nick thought they were exclusive. After the convo in the car when she brought up Britney and he admitted that he wasn’t seeing anyone and asked her if she was and she said no. And then on top of that Reese practically moved in and took over his place. I think that signals that you’re in a committed relationship.

Reese admitted she was bored with Nick. He works, unwinds and falls asleep at a reasonable time whereas she wants to hang out and go out like she did with Brady on a regular. She even started chasing Brady because she was bored and also because she missed him. I think you need to leave Nick alone. If you’re not into a guy don’t move into his place, sneak around behind his back and then try to get him to respond to you when Brady doesn’t. This is a game for you and the only one innocent is Nick. I think he’s better off with someone who will appreciate and respect him. You need to take time to figure out what you want on your own. Take a break from dating and find out what is causing you to keep repeating the same toxic patterns in each relationship and try to work on becoming more confident and secure before getting involved with anyone.

I’m sorry about things your going through girl; however Happy Belated Birthday!!! Things are going to get better. What was funny though was the mouse like feature description of Nick’s sister lol.. I’m so mean 😵 But the Nutella Cafe; damn if Brady don’t want to come can I? Please? And Monica my god. Do you think that she kissed ass to try to get that promotion? Where as you worked hard and busted your ass.

Do you expect people to feel sorry for you? You need to figure your shit out before you drag any more innocent bystanders into your messed up life. Therapy is a good place to start. And maybe take a hiatus from dating because you have no clue what you want in life. You brought this on yourself and nobody feels bad for you. You didn’t deserve that promotion because you showed what kind of person you are by having an affair with your boss. I used to behave in the same manner as you, minus the affairs with married men because that’s just fucked up, and I later realized it was because I was depressed. I didn’t realize it at the time, but after doing therapy for awhile it all became clear. We self harm in many different ways when dealing with mental illness and it seems like that’s what is going on. Idk maybe I’m way off base. But it’s something to consider.

Litterally; we just went through the same negative comments that someone else put up here on the last post. Ashley; Girl; chill out your going to give yourself a self induced heart attack. Only Reese knows what she needs and what she wants. But to be judgemental like that isn’t right. I’m not one to talk with the mouse thing; but still.

Tia you do realize that Reese is super judgmental about everyone she comes across, right? So telling me it’s not right to be judgmental when the person you’re supporting is one of the most judgmental people is ridiculous. But we all know that you will kiss Reese’s ass no matter what she does. The whole point of her writing this blog is to get honest feedback from people…not for people to just agree with every bad thing she does.

I resent the ass kissing statement. I don’t kiss ass. Who is “we” the only one that I see me “kissing ass” or putting my advice out there is you. 🤷🏽‍♀️
I perceive her stories the way that I want. As do you. I think that they are funny and awesome. I also understand that there are times where she judges others. I’m not saying that it’s right at all. But I’m also not going to say that I haven’t done the same thing also. And I have given her advice. But I’m not putting judgemental shit out there. Saying that “she needs to go to therapy and to distance herself from all these guys.” It’s not fair for you to tell her what to do. I know damn well that if I was the author; I would hate if people were telling me that “I have to go to therapy.” I would want to go for me. And when I felt the time was right.

You guys need to ignore this Tia girl. She actively condoned Reese’s disgusting affair, sticks up for her no matter how awful she acts, and is shitty to anyone who is a decent human. She clearly wants to hop into bed with Reese or steal her identity in true Lifetime movie fashion….

I agree wholeheartedly. With Tia it’s as though Reese does no wrong. To admire and look up to someone who is so rude, entitled, negative and unwilling to take steps to improve is a bit disturbing. Reese’s actions are wrong and confining them is equally wrong and harmful.

We includes me as well. Honestly Tia I’m not sure what your angle is. What is it to you if someone gives Reese constructive criticism? Condoning and praising Reese for killing it in life when her life is a train wreck is only enforcing bad behavior. Even worse is that you don’t even know Reese but idolize her. Reese by her own admission writes this blog to enable her to grow and become a better version of herself. Unfortunately it seems that she keeps repeating bad habits and making the same mistakes. When that happens, it’s time for intervention and a little self introspection. That’s the only way someone will grow.

I’m shocked that you would condone Reese’s treatment of Nick, her affair with two married men and her constant hating on any woman that’s a threat. Is that what you strive to be?

Okay I’m glad I’m not the only one thinking that about Tia.
Reese- I wasn’t trying to be rude with my earlier comment. But I see you making the same mistakes and I just felt like I needed to say something.

To each their own I guess. I do stick up for Reese because I don’t think shes a horrible person. Shes made mistakes just like we all have and one step further, she has the guts to post it. If I really disliked Reese as much as some of you seemed to, I’d find another blog to read?!?? Reese has lots of issues and does things wrong – but so I do, and I suspect most people out there. Its funny how you all call Reese out for being with married men but no one is saying shit about the men who are cheating. Apparently it’s one sided when it comes to being “wrong”

I don’t hate Reese. But she gets called out for being with married men because this is her blog. If they were writing about their affairs in a blog, I would call them out, too. But that’s not the case. Plus, it’s woman code to not hook up with someone’s husband. But Reese doesn’t seem to know what woman code is, since she had no problem hooking up with two married men and is constantly criticizing ALL women.

I don’t agree with “woman ” code. It should just be being a decent person. I’m not saying Reese has always made the best decisions but just like you just stated..this is her blog – so we are only ever getting one half of the story. I can’t count the amount of times I thought I did something wrong/bad or precieved something completely different as to how it was to others. Sometimes its not as bad as you think. Anyways everyone is entitled to their own opinion and the reason this blog is interesting is that there is real things going on. Not just someone painting themselves in a perfect life and never making mistakes. I enjoy this blog because it just seems more real and honest to me.

To Mandy and Reese; thank you for sticking up for me I appreciate it. To the rest of you in the the Tia-Haters Club, I’m going to say it like this. Y’all need to keep my name out of your fucking mouth. There is no reason for anyone on here to come down on me like this for expressing myself; the way that I feel like. And there is no such thing as the women code. I am done crying my last tear. Because of the utter bullshit of tearing me down and for what; saying that I enjoy the way someone else precieved the world as a person. That “suddenly make me a woman bed hopper.” Lol what is wrong with you all?! I could understand if it’s one person but not multiple people. If you stood by this so called “woman code” that says “we aren’t supposed to sleep with other womens’ men.” Then how about you don’t tear other women down first. If there is a problem with how someone speaks in a bog that has their name in the title or as the author. Then leave. There is no one forcing you; and dragging you by the hand to stay. Y’all are acting like mean girls and are in high school. And your supposed to be a grown adult, who is most likely older than me. That’s a damn shame. Because right now with this hate coming towards me. All I see are children. That’s embarrassing.
And this right here only makes me stronger. All the hate. I’m going to brush it off. It’s no skin off my back anymore more. I’m going to keep on reading this blog. I’m going to keep on commenting. Just like everyone else. And if there is another issue; get over it. If you don’t like what I have to say then that’s ok. I’m not here to appease anyone but me. So go kiss my ass.

I know I have said things to two of you. Just how I thought things were perceived woman to woman. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. I’m not saying that I have agreed with them at all. But I have never been this disrespectful.

How am I shitty?! Just because I say I don’t agree how someone else makes a statement. That automatically make me a bad person?! “So; anyone who is a decent human; “Tia is shitty because the way that she sees it she automatically is going to disagree.” No that’s not how this works at all. My opinions are only that opinions.